Page 4 of Soothed By Daddy
George slowly shuffled over to join me. Poor guy, today’s work must’ve wiped him out completely.
“Come and lie down.” My authoritative tone prompted him to act, and he followed my instructions.
“I need you to lie on your back and lay across my lap,” I said.
To help things along, I shrugged out of my flannel and peeled off my T-shirt, exposing my chest completely. My body recognized the impending release because my chest muscles felt painfully full and heavy. I felt my nipples harden with anticipation of release. The reaction wasn’t unusual. It happened when I got excited, too, but what was unusual were the butterflies swirlingin my stomach. I was nervous as hell, but I’d never admit that to George or anyone else.
“You sure?” George asked hesitantly.
“Yes, I’m sure. I need you to lie down, please.” This time, he obeyed by lying back and putting his head on my lap. I made sure to position the pillow so it supported his neck. His mouth was inches from my nipple once he was fully settled, and I was intensely aware of how intimate our positions were.
“Are you comfortable enough?” Rather than answer, George nodded but wiggled around and tried to move from where his costume bunched underneath him.
“Here, this’ll be easier on you.” He lifted slightly and I rearranged the pillow against my raised knee to bring him closer to my chest. “You good?”
He nodded and licked his lips. My milk gave up trying to hold back, and a bead of liquid appeared on my nipple.
“I get a drink?”
“Yeah, you can get a drink.”
George’s lips wrapped around my nipple, and I felt his tongue flick the tiny nub. My chest ached, but his gentle suction encouraged my body to let down. The pressure in my chest blessedly eased as my milk flowed. George’s soft sigh and bobbing Adam’s apple as he drank sent waves of relief and something I couldn’t name through me.
It was a strange sensation. With my chest pump, it was all very clinical. There was no sense of satisfaction from it, apart from the pain relief from having my engorged mammary glandsemptied. There was definitely no pleasure derived from the chest pump.
George’s rhythmic sucking was nothing like that. Instead, his gentle pulls sent waves of relaxation through me. The tension that I’d carried across my shoulders eased. When he’d put his lips on me, I’d been nervous, but settled down quickly. My breathing, which had been guarded, became even and smooth. If this was what I’d been missing, how in the hell was I supposed to return to a pump?
At some point, George’s fingers found and clasped his stuffed tail. When I looked down, he was rubbing against the soft fabric like a mantra. On the other hand, I wasn’t sure where to put my hands. I was caught in an awkward in-between state of uncertainty. As if my body was tired of my brain’s indecisiveness, I dropped an arm across his chest. When I did it, George relaxed too. My hand softly rubbed his arm in what I hoped was a soothing motion.
My other hand made its way to his short hair. His appreciative noises prompted me to softly trace the bone structure of his temples. Thankfully, George’s eyes were closed, so he couldn’t see the wonder on my face. His tears were long gone, although the dried tracks remained.
There wasn’t much softness in my life, mostly by choice. I worked all day building things, then came home to an empty place. No dating, just a hookup once in a while when my hand wasn’t enough, so there wasn’t a lot of human interaction. I didn’t live anywhere close to my siblings or parents, so our contact was limited to the occasional phone call. But in George’s chaos there was a softness I could appreciate. And I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed it until this moment with him.
George’s attempts to pull off my nipple brought me back to the here and now. His tongue had been pushing against the skin under the nipple, but now the suction was too much. I gently inserted my pinky into the corner of his mouth to break the latch. There was a little milk left on his pouty lower lip, and I wiped it away with my thumb. Before I could move it away, his tongue darted out to capture the drop.
“Scoot down a smidge, so you can latch on to the other one.”
“I do it.”
“Thank you for being a good boy.”Where the hell had that come from?As a gay man who didn’t live under a rock, I was familiar with the concept of littles and definitely knew about Daddies, but it had never been my kink. Hell, claiming any kink on my part was a stretch, but the words slipped out like I’d said them every day for a lifetime.
I shifted a little to allow George to reach my other nipple. Like before, he latched on immediately and his tongue massaged underneath the nipple a few times to trigger my letdown. Once the milk started to flow, he returned to the rhythmic, gentle sucking that he had been doing on my other side. My hand ran through his short hair and traced along the edges of his ear again. I scratched his skull lightly while he sucked. My hands were drawn to him like a beacon. His skin was so soft compared to my own, that I wanted to touch and explore him.
It was such a quiet moment that I didn’t expect whatever it was triggering in me. It was so different from my usual letdown that I couldn’t even compare the experience. The automated pump got most of the milk out, but my chest never felt completely depleted. Now, everything was gone, and honestly, I felt better than I ever had.
George was thoroughly milk-drunk. His mouth was still firmly latched around my nipple, but his shoulders and body were completely relaxed. He had stopped rubbing against the fabric of his costume and instead let his hand go slack on the tail when he stopped sucking completely.
He remained latched, so I gently broke the latch with my finger between his lips. When he pulled away, I realized he had fallen asleep. I didn’t have the heart to wake him after seeing how upset he had been. It wouldn’t kill me to sit here for a little longer. So, I left him exactly where he was as his soft snores filled the silence.
Something inside me shifted. A part of me desperately wanted a repeat of tonight, but I had no idea how to even get George interested again. Because he’d used me in a pinch and then fallen asleep didn’t mean anything. He’d also been incredibly emotional and upset. Once he calmed down and had some time to think, he might feel very differently about today. Unfortunately, my crystal ball was in the shop, so the only thing I could do was relax on the sofa and wait for him to wake up.
The weight of him across my lap and his soft snores grounded me, and I wasn’t going anywhere.
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GEORGE
The only question was how long I could avoid Cyrus. Today was rent day, and I should’ve thought up my plan a week ago. He always paid by check—very old school—but I could say my bank didn’t take checks anymore, so he’d need to switch to bill pay like everyone else born in the past fifty years.
